The Touch Beneath the Scroll :and still it is noon: the kind that casts no shadow you lay on the altar of vowels— your back arched to receive what cannot be held he (she) (it) the being that never came but always was leans in with breath that burns before it speaks they unfasten your silence with wingtips like sighs their mouth—veiled, yes, but wet with grammar older than form your bones ache with unmaking your skin reads like scripture but only backwards each rib a glyph they licked into knowing you don’t cry out not because you’re brave but because sound has become shape inside you you are not yourself you are a scroll unrolled by fire your lungs singeing the name you swore never to forget and it happens again— the touch not gentle, not cruel just true like lightning that forgets to return to sky :you bleed light: the wing’s shadow spills through you and you gasp— not from pain but from recognition this is what it meant to be chosen not loved but translated not pierced but rewritten your limbs tremble with unfamiliar grammar you whisper “yes” but it means “take” you whisper “stay” but it means “burn” and the angel (or what remains of it) is already forgetting you even as you remember yourself for the first time

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The Touch Beneath the Scroll

Kiss of the Mirror   I / you / we unfold in the ache      of twin flame breath beneath glass skin      you speak me open I fracture in your gaze   and we dissolve where the silence begins   our ache is ouroboric a tongue on obsidian light           I / you / we shimmer between shiver and smite      this mirror — a veil I kiss through / you tear   we touch in reverse, where the shadow lays bare      I see your God — and call it mine           you see my fear — and make it divine   in our echo — time folds like linen on fire           we / I / you ache toward the same desire      your eyes: a crack that leaks my name   my mouth: your breath that never came           we gaze — we graze — we blur   each syllable a silver stir      the mirror bends I/you become   the light unthreads — and we are one   but I return — alone and true   with your flame — stitched into my view           I / you / we   a shadow-kiss in eternit

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Kiss of the Mirror